Liam stood paralyzed in the doorway of 3B. The charcoal-gray silk of the nightgown was almost transparent. Because the fabric was so thin, the deep pink color of her large nipples showed through clearly. They were hard, prodding against the silk.
She was heavy-chested, her huge tits stretching the gown so much that the thin straps looked like they were about to snap.
Every breath she took made the weight of them shift. Below her waist, the black lace of her panties cut into her hips, creating a soft bulge that made Liam's mouth go dry.
'God, she's stacked,' Liam thought.
He couldn't hide the physical reaction in his jeans. Miss Kelly's eyes dropped, seeing the unmistakable ridge in his lap. Her face turned bright red.
Before Liam's brain could fully reboot from the shock.
SLAM!
The door nearly hit his nose.
"Wait, Miss Kelly!" he hissed, leaning toward the wood. "I still have the bag!"
Silence. He knocked again. "Miss Kelly? It's Liam. From your class!"
Silence.
He knocked again. "Hello Miss Kelly? Your delivery?"
Still nothing.
He raised his fist to knock a fourth time when a door down the hall swung open with force.
An older man stepped out, probably in his sixties, wearing a stained white undershirt and plaid pajama pants. His gray hair stuck up in every direction, and his face was twisted in annoyance.
"Hey! Kid!" the man barked. "You gonna stand there banging on doors all day? Some of us are trying to rest!"
Liam turned, caught off guard. "I'm just trying to deliver—"
"I don't care what you're trying to do! Drop the damn package and get out of here before I call the cops for noise pollution!" The man jabbed a finger toward the door. "Leave it and go!"
Liam looked back at Miss Kelly's door, then at the angry neighbor, then down at the bag in his hands.
'Damn!,' he thought.
He set the paper bag down carefully in front of apartment 3B, straightened up, and gave the neighbor a quick nod. "Sorry for the noise."
The old man grunted and slammed his door shut.
Liam stood there for another second, staring at Miss Kelly's door one more time.
He turned and walked back down the hallway, his footsteps heavy on the worn carpet.
---
Inside, Miss Kelly was sliding down the back of the door until she hit the floor. Her huge breasts bounced with the movement. She looked down at the pink shapes visible through the silk, one hand covering her mouth, the other clutching the fabric of her nightgown.
Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
'Oh my God. Oh my God. That was Liam.'
She slid down slowly until she was sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest.
'Why was he here? Where's Mr. Sam?'
She replayed the moment in her head. The knock. Opening the door without thinking. And then seeing him standing there in that ridiculous red polo and cap, holding her delivery, his eyes going wide.
'He saw me like this.'
She looked down at herself. The silk nightgown, barely covering anything. The thin straps. The way the fabric clung to her chest and hips. The sheer panel at the bottom that showed the outline of her black panties.
Her face burned.
'He's my student. He saw me dressed like this.'
But then another thought crept in, unbidden and unwelcome.
'Why do I feel like this?'
It wasn't embarrassment. Not entirely. It was something else. Something warmer. Something that made her stomach twist and her skin tingle.
She thought about the way Liam looked at her made her feel a sudden, pulsing heat between her legs. She felt hot in a way she never did when Mr. Sam looked at her.
'Stop it. You're being ridiculous.'
But the heat didn't go away.
---
Outside, Liam reached the bottom of the stairs and pushed through the front door into the parking lot.
The cool air hit his face, but it didn't help.
He stopped next to the bike, placed both hands on top of his head, and let out a long, frustrated groan.
"Fuck."
He stood there like that for a full ten seconds, staring at the cracked pavement beneath his feet.
'I saw another opportunity with her, and all I could do was just stand there and do nothing.'
His hands dropped to his sides, clenched into fists.
'Was it because of what I did to her in class? that why she didn't want open the door... she must really hate me'
He thought about going back up. Knocking again. Trying to actually talk to her like a normal human being instead of freezing up like an idiot.
But then he remembered the grumpy neighbor. The threat of cops. The door staying shut.
'She didn't even answer. And I'm not about to get arrested for noise pollution over a bag of groceries.'
He grabbed the handlebars of the bike and swung his leg over the seat.
'Just go. Forget it. Move on.'
He pushed down on the pedal.
The chain made a grinding sound, then slipped.
"Come on," Liam muttered, trying again.
The pedal spun uselessly. The chain had come off the gear.
"Are you serious right now?"
He got off the bike and crouched down, inspecting the chain. Covered in grease and grime, half of it dangling loose.
"Of course. Of course this happens."
He spent the next five minutes wrestling with the chain, getting black grease all over his fingers, cursing under his breath the entire time.
Finally, he got it back on.
He wiped his hands on his jeans, climbed back onto the seat, and tried again.
This time, the pedal caught.
The bike lurched forward.
"Finally!"
He started pedaling, picking up speed as he turned out of the parking lot and back onto the main road.
The ride back felt longer than the ride there.
His mind kept circling back to the same image: her standing in the doorway, the gray silk clinging to her body, the way her eyes had gone wide when she realized who it was.
'Stop thinking about it,' he told himself. 'It doesn't matter.' But the thought crept back in now that she knew he was working for Mr. Sam, she probably wouldn't order from there anymore.
The realization that he'd just lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity made him even angrier.
But the heat in his chest didn't go away.
By the time Liam got back to the mart, the morning was in full swing. The sun had climbed higher in the sky, and a few cars were parked outside the store.
He parked the bike around back, wiped his greasy hands on his pants one more time, and headed inside through the side door.
The store had a few customers browsing the aisles.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and soft music played from the transistor radio behind the counter.
He walked up to the counter, expecting to see Mr. Sam, but the space behind the register was empty.
'Where'd he go?'
Liam walked toward the back, past the aisles of chips and canned goods, and pushed open the door to the employee room.
Voices.
He stopped.
"...just need to make sure you understand the register system," Mr. Sam was saying. "It's old, but it works. You hit this button here for cash, this one for card..."
"Got it," a woman's voice replied. Light, confident.
Liam stepped inside.
Mr. Sam was standing near the desk, gesturing at a piece of paper. Next to him stood a young woman, maybe mid-twenties, leaning against the metal shelf with her arms crossed.
Her white hair sat in a loose ponytail, clean as snow, with a few strands framing her face. Sharp brown eyes stood out against pale hair. A small silver stud rested on her nose.
She wore a red polo like Liam's, fitted across her shoulders and full chest.
Dark blue jeans hugged wide hips and strong thighs, riding low on her waist and showing a strip of tanned skin when she moved.
Black sneakers looked new.
She looked over when Liam walked in, and her expression shifted into something between curiosity and amusement.
Mr. Sam glanced up. "Liam! You're back. Took you long enough."
"Yeah, uh, the bike broke down on the way back," Liam said, holding up his grease-stained hands as evidence.
Mr. Sam sighed. "It does that sometimes. I keep meaning to replace it." He gestured toward the woman. "Anyway, meet Elsa. She's the one I hired for the cashier position."
Elsa gave Liam a small nod, her lips curving into a smirk. "So you're the delivery guy."
"Liam," he said. "Just started today."
"Nice to meet you, Liam," Elsa said, her tone casual but friendly.
Mr. Sam clapped his hands together.
"Alright, now that introductions are settled, we need to get moving. Liam, you took forever getting back, and orders have been piling up. No time for chit-chat. Get ready to work."
Liam blinked. "Already?"
"Already," Mr. Sam said firmly. "You've got three more deliveries waiting. Addresses are on the counter. Go."
The next few hours blurred together.
Liam made four deliveries total.
The first was to an apartment complex on the east side.
A middle-aged woman answered, wearing a bathrobe and holding a crying baby. She barely looked at him, just grabbed the bag, muttered "thanks," and shut the door.
The second was to a house with a bright pink front door.
A guy in his twenties opened it, shirtless, holding a video game controller.
He grinned when he saw the bag. "Bro, you're a lifesaver. I'm starving." He tipped Liam five bucks.
The third was to an old man who made Liam wait on the porch for ten minutes while he counted out exact change in nickels and dimes.
The fourth was to a college dorm.
A group of students crowded around the door, arguing about who ordered what.
Liam just handed over the bags and left before he got dragged into it.
By the time he got back to the mart, it was late afternoon.
The sun had started its descent, casting long shadows across the street.
The store's neon sign glowed softly above the entrance.
Liam dragged himself inside, every muscle in his legs aching.
Elsa was behind the counter, scrolling through her phone.
She looked up when the bell jingled.
"You look dead," she said.
"I feel dead," Liam replied, leaning heavily against the counter. "Is it always like this?"
"Probably," Elsa said with a shrug. "Mr. Sam said this place gets busy on weekends."
Liam groaned. "I'm seriously considering quitting. This job might not be worth it."
"Already?" Elsa raised an eyebrow. "It's your first day."
"Yeah, and I'm exhausted."
Elsa smirked. "Weak."
Before Liam could respond, she glanced down at a piece of paper on the counter. "Oh, by the way. There's one more delivery before we close."
Liam's eyes widened. "You're joking."
"Nope." She slid the paper across the counter toward him.
Liam looked down at the address.
Apartment 3B, 428 Maple Street.
His exhaustion evaporated instantly.
He snatched the paper off the counter. "I got it."
Elsa blinked, surprised. "Uh... okay. You just said you were gonna quit, and now..."
But Liam was already moving.
He grabbed the delivery bag from the counter, didn't even bother changing out of his uniform, and headed straight for the side door.
"Don't wait up!" he called over his shoulder.
Elsa stared after him, confused. "What the hell just happened?"
Liam pedaled faster than he had all day.
The bike rattled beneath him, the chain clicking rhythmically, but he didn't care.
His heart was pounding, and this time it wasn't from exhaustion.
'She ordered again. Why?'
The late afternoon sun painted the buildings in shades of orange and gold. He turned onto Maple Street, the apartment building coming into view.
He parked the bike, grabbed the bag, and jogged up the stairs two at a time.
Third floor. Down the hallway. Apartment 3B.
He stopped in front of the door, took a breath, and knocked.
Footsteps approached.
The lock clicked.
The door opened.
Miss Kelly stood in a thin singlet, the fabric stretched smooth across a full chest.
The cloth clung and dipped low, drawing the eye without effort.
Her shoulders stayed bare. Skin showed warm and clean.
Soft weight pressed forward with each breath.
Grey sweat pants sat low on her hips, loose yet shaped by her body.
The waistband hugged her waist. Fabric followed the curve of thighs and the sway of her stance.
Hair stayed tied back. Her face looked calm. The contrast pulled attention and held it.
But her eyes gave her away. Nervous. Uncertain.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Hi," Liam replied, holding up the bag. "Delivery."
She nodded. "Come in. Please."
Liam blinked. "What?"
"Just for a second," she said quickly. "I need to talk to you."
He hesitated, then stepped inside.
She closed the door behind him.
The apartment was small but clean. A couch against one wall, a coffee table covered in books and papers, a kitchenette in the corner. Warm lighting. It smelled faintly like lavender.
Miss Kelly turned to face him, wringing her hands together.
"I'm sorry," she said.
Liam set the bag down on the counter. "For what?"
"For earlier. For... slamming the door in your face like that." She looked down. "I wasn't expecting you. I thought it would be Mr. Sam, and I just... I panicked."
"It's—"
Time froze.